IV
Lisa
"Feel Like Going Insane?"
I'm standing in my room trying to get ready for this whole club experience tonight. It's not working. None of my pants fit. Someone please tell me why my pants don't fit. They used to fit. Now they all fit around the ass, but they're too baggy around the waist. You know, maybe I'm just stressing about this. It's been about 3 months since my last date. That's way too long for me, but I've just been so busy at our place. This'll probably be good for me. Damnit, why don't these pants fit!?!
I sigh and go back over to my closet, digging through it and finding a pair of brown leather pants. Haven't worn these for awhile, nearly forgot I had them. I pull them on and am delighted to find that they actually fit without a belt. Success! I smile happily at my reflection in the mirror, then realize that I look like a moron and instead pull on my ROCKET TEAM shirt. I shouldn't be stressing this badly, I mean, knowing Roger-which I don't- he probably forgot. I'm just pulling on fingerless gloves when someone knocks on my door and I open it to find Aaron standing there.
"We're going to the club, huh huh, Lisa?" He's almost bouncing with this huge-ass grin on his face. "Do you think Mark'll be there? I mean… if he's Roger's friend and I think he's Roger's friend he should be but I don't know, he might not, he might not be into the whole club scene, he seemed kinda quiet but maybe he's just shy…"
I sigh and lock the door behind us. "Damn boy, who gave you sugar?" I push down on his shoulders to make him stop bouncing and start walking to the club as best I can in new shoes. "I'm sure Mark'll be there, he and Roger look pretty close but do not scare the poor kid away. You have to calm down, you don't even know if he's gay yet."
Aaron pouts at me as we enter the club and I can't help but laugh. As insane as the boy is, he's my best friend. I grin and lightly shove him away. "Go, Aaron. Frolic. Enjoy the grandeur of the club while you wait for your little soon-to-be boy toy to arrive."
I laugh more as he skips off, quickly disappearing. The boy's such a fruit. Oops, sorry "Mommy". Forgot I can't use that word unless I have a dick. I shake my head and attempt to continue into the club, but someone grabs my arm and I immediately stop. Hmmm… "Mimi?"
"Lisa, oh good, that's you. I thought maybe I was getting some random person's attention." The little Latina stares up at me, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Lisa… is there anything else I can do to stop my tongue from getting infected? Cuz… I mean… if it gets infected, that's going to be gross and Roger's not gonna-" She breaks off and blushes slightly. Okay, so she's a paranoid little Latina.
I actually have to stop and think for a minute; people don't usually come to me demanding more information. I think most people actually forget most of what I tell them. "Well… ummm… don't eat anything to hot or spicy, no milk-type foods… know what? Stop by the place tomorrow afternoon and I can probably have a print off of what you can and can't eat."
"Great! Thanks Lisa!" Mimi impulsively leans forward and hugs me then darts off into the club- to find Roger, I presume. Well now, that was just incredibly odd. I wonder what's up with her? Eh, not my business. At the moment, my business is to find Roger and see if he actually remembered.
After blindly walking through the masses for a few minutes, I manage to find my way to the stage and set my arms on it as Roger comes over. "Hey, Lisa. I see you actually decided to stop by. Bring any groupies?"
"Brought Aaron. Does he count?" Roger- who actually knows Aaron pretty well- chuckles. "What about you? I'm being nice…" Roger lets out a quiet stream of cursing, letting me know he forgot.
"Umm… yeah, I brought… him!" Roger points at a relatively buff guy standing by me at the stage. Could be hot except for one *small* problem…
"Roger, next time you pretend that you remembered to set someone up- take into account their sexual preferences- hmmm?" I can't help but laugh at the expression on his face and reach up to pat his hand. I'm in an amazingly good mood for some reason. Maybe I'm just feeling lucky. "Don't worry, band boy, I'll find my own girl. You just… I don't know; do whatever it is you do to get ready to perform. Ta ta, Roger."
I wiggle my fingers and wander off into the club. Hmmm… maybe finding my own girl is going to be harder then I thought. Eventually the band starts up and I sit on a barstool sulking. Perhaps tonight isn't going to be as great as I thought it- oooh! My gaze immediately focuses on an incredibly sexy woman dancing at the edge of the crowd. She looks really familiar… ohmigosh, it's the one who kissed me last Christmas at the Life Café. Now, normally I wouldn't remember, but she's really hot. Definitely memorable. Ooh, and she's motioning to me.
I grin and make my way over to her. Maybe tonight is going to turn out better then I was thinking it would a few minutes ago. Grinding with a random girl in a bar, very nice. Or not... I cringe as a black woman stomps over to us. Girlfriend. Damnit, I usually can tell. Granted, girls who are taken usually don't flirt with me in bars. "Maureen…" the woman growls.
"Pookie! I didn't… pookie, this isn't what it looks like…" 'Maureen' blinks her eyes innocently at her girlfriend then turns back to me and grins. Okay, who's playing who here?
"Uh huh…" This 'Pookie' rolls her eyes and stomps away. Oops… I feel bad for causing trouble.
"Pookie!" Maureen turns to me and smiles apologetically. "Sorry, I better go after her. Didn't mean for you- or her- to see that… call me sometime." She pulls a pen out of her cleavage and scribbles a number down on my hand. Oh my. "Joanne works 9-5, Mondays to Fridays. Sometimes she works later, but I can't tell you when right now."
She starts to walk off after the woman- who I presume is "Joanne"- wiggling her hips all over the place. Suddenly she stops and runs back over to me, pressing her lips against mine. "Please call…" She winks then runs off again. Wow.
I stare down at the number on my hand, somehow I don't think me getting involved in something like this would be the best idea. But that woman's got a… something. I don't know what. A quality. Whatever it is, it's making her totally irresistible. I think I may regret this later on. She is so hot though.
Damn you, Lisa. You know next to nothing about this woman, except that she doesn't seem to have any problem cheating on her current girlfriend with you. And what's to say that she wouldn't do it to you too once someone sexier comes along? Ugh, why am I thinking like this anyway? Nothing's going to happen, because I'm not going to call her.
But she's so hot. I don't want to be a back-up girlfriend though, lurking around in the shadows and screwing while the other girl's at work. Except, what says it's going to be like that? Damn, I'm thinking about this too much. I should just go by my impulses… they're not making much sense either. What a time for my brilliantness about girls to give out on me.
Okay, since when am I so insecure? She wouldn't cheat on me. I mean, I saw that Joanne, if you had a choice between her and me… honestly, who are you going to choose? Ooh, I'm a bitch. It's true though! Just look… alright, have to calm down. I'll think about the whole Maureen situation tomorrow, when I'm in a slightly better state of mind. Somehow, I don't think me calling her girlfriend ugly and fat in my head is something that's going to influence my decision just a *little*. Can't ever tell her that I had this conversation with myself. Not only would it make her think I was insane, it's just a little insulting.
Maybe I'll ask Eddy if he knows anything about her. He knows almost everyone in this scene. I want to know what I'm getting myself into.
If I call. If.
Damn she's hot.
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Just to reassure you all, this is definitely not going in the m/r direction, we have other plans for little Marky-boy. Anyway, what do you all think of the new plot development? Let us know in that little box down there!
Disclaimer: Anyone who's not Lisa, Aaron or Eddy (probably) belongs to Jonathan Larson, etc.
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